A/N: Hey I'm back! So this is an idea I had a while back, and I decided to type it up. I actually have a few fics in progress at the moment, so don't worry if you don't like the pairing - It's Harmony by the way. Hopefully it'll be funny/romantic A bit like 'The Diary ' only not Dramione. So yeh, hope you enjoy and let me know if you do.
Lily Evans jumped out of her seat, running to the entrance to the main hall. "Are you okay?" She asked the girl who had just 'fell out of the sky' - Through the ceiling was far more precise, Lily thought as she checked the girl for a pulse. She's breathing, that's a good sign. "No, I just had a someone fall... I don't even know where from - and land on me. And I'm pretty sure I've broken a bone. Or more SHE has broken one of my bones. Can you get her off me?" James Potter, always thinking about himself, "I was actually asking her, turns out she's unconcious. Also she fell through the ceiling. Also you're arrogant and egotistical also I don't like you." Lily answered with a scowl, which softened slightly as she saw the tear running down his face. "Can you get her off me please?" he's really hurt, maybe he's not such an Arrogant Jerk after all. "She's really heavy. Just my luck, I get the fat girl fall on me." James said, tears still stinging his eyes. Lily slapped him hard, "I was right the first time, you're just a jerk. And she's not fat, you're just not very strong." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"You take that back! I'm very strong! Look see, I'll pick her up right now." He answered back, attempting to lift the girl. "Mr Potter, don't you dare move. You are risking further injury on both yourself and this girl. Do you know how stupidly irresponsible you are being right now!" Professor McGonagell demanded, the teachers now beside Lily and the students in the hall standing up on tables and chairs, trying to get a better look at the accident. "We need to get them both to the Infirmary. NOW! It's not safe to floo to St Mungo's so we'll have to make do with our own resources." Professor McGonagell shouted, trying to gain control of the situation, "On three. One...Two...Three." Dumbledore counted, lifting both his wand and the girl simultaneously, along with a few of the other professors, as he headed out of the great hall. Lily followed the group of professors to the infirmary under the guise of helping James.
"Where d'you reckon she came from?" He asked, cradeling his broken arm in his hand, "The ceiling. It was rather spectacular to watch actually." She answered, smirking. "You've been watching me again I see." He smirked back. "I was not watching you!" She snapped indignantly That's a lie. "I saw the way you ran to save me." James smiled, savouring the moment. Lily just grinned, "You certainly needed saving. Cough weak cough." His smile dropped, "I'm not weak! I've been working out! Don't even pretend you haven't noti-" Lily raised an eyebrow and walked slightly faster, in an attempt to get closer to the professors and the girl, but stopped and turned back when she noticed he'd stopped talking. "Shit James! Dumbledore help!" She shouted running back to where James now lay, crumpled on the floor.
"The Weasley's 'ey?" Harry said quietly trying to make conversation. "Yeh. Unreliable gits. When the tough starts coming, the Weasley's get going." Hermione spat back. Harry nodded his head at the ground slightyly. "Me and Ginny broke up you know." Hermione looked up from her book hopefully, "Oh yeh? Why's that?" She asked, attempting to sound casual. "She left me when I needed her most. Truth is, I don't think it's her I needed." Hermione listened carefully, "How so?" Harry felt compelled to answer, "I'm not sure she loves me as much as she loves 'the boy who lived." He answered truthfully and Hermione smiled sadly and nodded ever so slightly, "We'll do just fine on our own... We always do." Hermione said softly and Harry pulled her in for a hug.
James Potter groaned and looked around. How in Merlin's name did I get here? He thought, staring at the girl beside him, she appeared to read his mind and answered, "You passed out. You've got a few broken ribs and a broken arm. Other than that you should be fine though." James smiled gratefully, "Thank you. For staying I mean," Lily looked around, trying to hide her blush, and noticed the girl. "How did I get here Harry?" She asked and both head students looked around the room confused, "Hi, I'm James, this is Lily" James answered as if the girl was mad, "James be nice!" Lily scolded and James raised his hands in mock defence. "I'm sorry, but are you James and Lily Potter?" The girl asked as she slowly sat up, emphasizing their lasts name. Lily laughed out loud, "He wishes. No my name's Lily Evans, he's James Potter. How do you know him?" She asked with just a pinch of jealousy. "How is this happening? Harry!" The girl shouted as she passed out.
Bellatrix turned, screeching Crucio as she did. Harry watched, stuck in a battle with the worlds biggest enemy. Lord Voldemort. It was her or the rest of the world, and whilst he wanted so desperately to save her, he knew he couldn't. He needed a minute away from this duel to save her. But Voldemort wasn't one to grant such requests. "Crucio!" She screamed again, and Harry felt his inside squeeze, but he carried on duelling. "Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed once again, even louder than last time. Harry heard Hermione scream out in pain from across the hall. This was the second time that had happened. The second time he had been unable to save her. "Awww, Little Harry scared for his girlfriend? Is that it? Maybe I should call Bellatrix off, hmm? Or maybe I get her to kill the wretched mud-blood? But where's the fun in that eh? Maybe I should kill her myself. Yes, that sounds a lot more fun." Voldemort taunted as he turned towards the girl in one swift movement, raising his wand and "Avada Kedav-" But she was gone.
Dumbledore sat beside the bed of the 'mysterious girl,' "Dumbledore? No! This is impossible, you're dead!" the girl said frantically, "I can assure you, I am very much alive. May I ask where you've come from? And perhaps why you're here?" Dumbledore tried to ask politely, but she was having none of it. "Is the war over? How long have I been asleep? Where's Harry? I need Harry! You have to get me Harry!" She pleaded. "Harry who?" Dumbledore questioned, eager to find the person in question to calm this girl down. "Harry Potter!"
"You know, I don't think I really miss him that much Harry." Hermione said, looking at him from across the table. "Hmm?" He mumbled, signifying she carry on, "It's been a fortnight and he's not returned, I miss him like I miss Ginny. And I think that's a sign." She answered, looking back down at her book. "Watch out, you're starting to sound like Trelawney," Harry smiled, knowing how much Hermione disliked the professor. "Yeh but I'm serious Harry, I've been thinking I like him as... well more romantically than just a friend, but it's only now that he's gone that I realise, we'd never work out." She replied, ignoring his comment and not looking up from her book. "Do you still have feelings for him?" Harry asked curiously. "Of course. They won't go away that easy. It's been painful here without him but... I give it a month or two more and it will cease to be romantic... providing he comes back at all. Alive." Harry frowned as Hermione turned a page. That was not the answer he was hoping for. But he knew it was the truth.
"There isn't a Harry in my family, and It's the only house of Potter so... Unless she's a muggle or completely off her broom..." James whispered to Lily, "She's definitely not a muggle. Maybe a muggle born, but not a muggle. Look, in her hand." James followed her instruction and looked over at the injured girl, scanning her body, and shuddering at the cuts and bruises that tainted her otherwise pale complexion. He reached her hand and for the first time noticed her wand, clutched so tightly he was shocked it hadn't snapped in the middle. "I'm sorry but I don't know of a Harry Potter." Dumbledore apologized to the girl, "You do! Why are you lying? He's the boy who lived! He survived against Voldemort! Why are you lying? Where is he? I need Harry! I need Harry!" The girl shouted again, but instead of bringing Harry, Madam Pomfrey brought sedatives. "Sir, she's a witch." Lily stated, shooken up by what she had just witnessed. "And there's no Harry in my family sir." James added, trying to figure out what in Merlin's name was going on. "She mentioned Voldemort sir. She said Harry defeated him, the boy who lived. What do you think that means?" Lily asked, feeling the pieces missing from this complex puzzle, "I don't know Lily, but we'll soon find out." Dumbledore asked, bowing his head slightly. "Who's the hot girl?" Sirius asked as he strolled into the infirmary, "Nice catch by the way James. I give you an 8, It would have been a 10 had you stayed on your feet..."
Voldemort taunted as he turned towards the girl in one swift movement, raising his wand and-think Harry think. He urged himself as he thought back to the half blood prince's book. It was filled with horrid ways to hurt people, even a few ways to kill them. But Harry was sure there was something about saving someone. He had to try, if he got it wrong he could kill her, but what other choice does he have? If he doesn't, Voldemort will. It's worth the try he thought. "Dextrum Iniuriam" "Avada Kedav-" Had he done it? Had he saved Hermione, or had he just killed the girl he loved? Not enough time to ponder on such questions. He thought as Voldemort turned to fight him once more, a little more than a tad miffed that Harry had stolen his kill, and eager to replace it.